Atomic War By The Northern Rose.

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Desert storms,
Open doors.
You hear the wind make its final call,
Our safety may be no more.
Understand,
He must not help you anymore.
Erie winds blow past your face,
As your future remains laying in wait.
Reach up toward the sky,
Why must it be that someone must come to die.
He promised protection,
A safe haven amongst war fare.
The trials you have gone through are
Imminent to your demise.
Have they set you up for this?
Eternal life shall be no more.
A life once given is a life no more.
Reach up and pray.
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